Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Beauty Leads to Lead in Your Leg

Hitler was a moron. Ever read Mein Kampf? (Me neither, but a hear it's a rambling piece of crap.) I'm surprised it said anti-social in the definition, though, because lots of sociopaths are very social. They may be anti-social deep down, since they only act very friendly for their own purposes. In fact, I was talking to The Rapist today and I said a certain someone in my family is a sociopath, but has lots of friends, which seems weird to me, and The Rapist said that sociopaths often draw lots of people in.

I haven't watched a beauty pageant in a long time. The last one I watched led to lead in my leg, when my brother stabbed me with a pencil. I still have the graphite spot on my leg. But, from the few glimpses I catch of those pageants and their winners, I gather that they are never very appealing in the Hollywood way. What I mean is that they are very statuesque and classical looking, with defined features and such, but are not, well, cute in any way. Kind of like Elizabeth Hurley -- beatiful but unappealing. And I realize that Hurley is very much Hollywood, but I think she's unique to Hollywood in that way. Most actresses are not only beautiful, but have a cute I'm-likeable look, even if they're not really (e.g., Lohan). Angelina Jolie might be like Hurley and the beauty pageant girls if it weren't for those outrageous cutifying lips. I definitely would rather be cute-beautiful than statuesque-beatiful. Like, it would be way cooler to be Reese Witherspoon than Elizabeth Hurley.

Eek! How long will you be in New Mexico? What if there are SQrL predators? OMG! This is terrible! I saw you called last night, but it was at 10:45 and I was way asleep and miserable -- I banished myself to the guest bedroom, knowing I would cough all night. I'm not just coughing now, but actually, seriously ill. Stuffed nose, phlegm cough, sore throat, achy, cold and hot spells. Terrible stuff. I blame it on the boy who wailed all the way from Wales to Washington. He was in the row in front of me. I hated him and his mother. It was unfair to hate them, but it was fairer than suffering without someone to blame.

I apparently suffer from a lack of action. I discovered this through my story-writing and it was confirmed by The Rapist. Must take action... after nappy-time...

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